The narrative is: Canadian guy meets Hiroshima gal, then they have a couple of baby girls. The lighter side of bicultural parenting.

July 1, 2015

Canada D’eh

I
calculated that I have lived over 45% of my life so far outside Canada. Does that
make me any less Canadian? Naw. Maybe even amplifies my quiet, steely, beaver-toothed
pride in hailing from the Great White North.

Just
another day over here in Japan, of course. But I had a cold one after work and
used my imagination to attend a philosophical BBQ and hit the pool.

Because,

I
am…

And
not to get too uncomfortably political on ya, but I just gotta post one more thing: